"Power to stop a rampaging Curser?"
Hearing Westheid's request, the Master of Extinction murmured:
"That isn't difficult. It's a pity, my love, that you are still so far from me. Otherwise, all my power would be yours. But for now... this is all I can give you."
The young woman extended her hand, and a mask appeared in her palm.
The mask, as pristine and delicate as polished bone, was covered in faint, scarlet cracks. It had the metallic texture of a high-tech creation, yet it also emanated a potent Divinity.
With a gentle wave from the Master of Extinction, the mask floated down into Westheid's hands.
[Mask of Fallen Heaven]
[Originally a finely crafted tactical mask that accompanied the last Warrior of the Mortal World through countless battles. It was stained with Divine Blood during an Ascension Ceremony and was thus elevated into a Sacred Artifact.]
[Its sparse Divine Power has been worn down over the long ages and is on the verge of fading completely.]
